Today was a day off for the Huo family father and son, a day they should have been resting at home. However, for his daughter's sake, Xiong Ying chose to take her out for a stroll. They had originally promised Long'er that they would take her on a spring outing in early spring, but the conscription matter came up suddenly. So today, the Fengyuelou group took several children to the grasslands to ride horses.

The six arts of a gentleman are rites, music, archery, charioteering, calligraphy, and mathematics, and being able to ride and control a horse is one of them.

It was the grassland from Pingyang County to the military camp. Now, the grassland was covered with white sheep, and lambs were grazing on the first grass. These lambs were brought back by the Zhou family after all, simply because Zhihua mentioned it, and young master Zhou went to great lengths to fulfill his beloved's wish.

"I think that lamb would taste delicious roasted."

"I think so too, the meat looks tender."

Hou Xiangxiang has forgotten how she cried for the pigs and lambs when she was at the prefect's mansion. If she were to recall the past now, she would definitely say that she was just too idle!

"You two, stop thinking about food and go ride horses with your dad!" Mother Cen called to Huo Xiaolong, telling her to play outside a little longer. Schoolwork is heavy, and the child has been cooped up lately.

Seeing A-Cen's concerned expression, Zhao Kai pulled on the reins and made the horse run.

“Long’er isn’t tired at all, why don’t you believe me, Ah Cen?”

"How could he not be tired? That child goes to school in the morning and has to come home to practice martial arts in the afternoon!"

"..."

But other people's children can't go home and study at the school every day. But the third-ranked scholar didn't say anything, so he shut up. With his arms around the slender waist of the beauty in front of him, Manager Zhao was very pleased.

Okay, no problem. Long'er has suffered, so let me hold him a little longer~

"Are you going horseback riding, little sister Long'er?" Hou Xiangxiang asked.

I want to go.

"Then go ahead and go find your dad."

Huo Xiaolong looked at her parents riding together, and her mother's hair, which was a little messy and stuck to her face in the wind. She turned back and smiled sweetly at her father. The little dumpling, who had just taken two steps forward, sat down again.

"No, I won't be a third wheel."

"Then I'll take you for a ride!"

Da Ni'er rode over on her little pony. Grandma Wang didn't have time to take her daughter out to play, so she entrusted Da Ni'er to the people at the brothel. What if Hou Xiangxiang and Huo Xiaolong got estranged from their own child while they were out playing? Being a mother really changes your worries!

"OK!"

Da Ni'er rode a small pony; Huo Shuwen didn't dare give the three of them any bigger ones, for fear of them falling.

But actually, Wang Dani'er could ride any spirited horse. She hadn't galloped across the grasslands in a long time, and she went crazy for a while before coming back.

"Relax, don't squeeze it, it's scared too!" the little girl said to Huo Xiaolong.

"But I'm scared too! What if it flips me off?"

"No way, I'll catch you from behind!" Hou Xiangxiang followed behind the horse, bouncing happily. She had never seen Huo Xiaolong afraid of anything before!

"Xiangxiang, don't stand behind the horse's legs, what if it kicks you?" The little girl felt that she was there to take care of a child, and she had never realized that these two were so troublesome.

"It's alright, kick her and take her to Doctor Gu, I guarantee she'll come out upright!"

Several martial arts masters sat on a small hill, watching Huo Xiaolong from the side.

Yes, they also have a day off today, mainly because there's no one to look after the children.

"Were you tired when you herded those sheep back?" Zhihua asked the person next to her as she lay on the grass.

"Not tired."

Because you want it, I'm not tired. Actually, the girl didn't ask Zhou Ning'an to do it; she just said it casually, and those who valued her took it to heart.

With their hands clasped together and their fingers intertwined, the girl's next words were like heavenly music to Young Master Zhou.

"If I hadn't ended up in a brothel, I would definitely have married you. Sometimes I even feel that I will never meet anyone who treats me better than you in this lifetime."

Her response was a firmer grip on the ground.

She agreed!

Zhou Ning'an now wished he could go straight home and have the eighteen betrothal gifts carried to the brothel!

Everything on the grassland is huge: the clouds are huge, the sun is huge, and the few falcons that fly by from time to time are particularly eye-catching.

Wow! Is that an eagle?

Following Huo Xiaolong's finger, Hou Xiangxiang said she didn't know, while Da Ni'er squinted her eyes, looked carefully for a while, and then answered.

"It's not an eagle, it's a falcon."

"It is... Warfalcon."

They don't usually appear around Pingyang County because the area is densely populated and lacks abundant food. Seeing war falcons here means...

Troops have begun to assemble on the grasslands.

"Long'er! Go tell your father that the Xiongnu have begun to amass their forces."

"ah?"

"The war falcons wouldn't fly to Pingyang County for no reason! Unless their owner is here!"

"good!"

The course of war is constantly changing.

Hearing the news, everyone hurriedly returned home, leaving only Huo Shuwen and a few others to bid each other a reluctant farewell.

"Brother Wen..."

The man interrupted He Yi's concern, held her tightly in his arms, and without saying much, helped her onto the carriage and nodded to her.

I will come back, I will come back safe and sound, I promise.

Because you and our daughter are in our home.

And that handsome young man, who resembled Pan An, seemed to prefer farewells to even eagles, only leaving a dashing silhouette for his beloved, and that line...

"I'm leaving. Wait for me to come back."

You must wait for me; I will come back in a grand sedan chair to carry you home.

Dark clouds obscure the sun, like a bloody storm about to descend; let no one ask when it will end...